End of Time

Clocks are ticking, time is running
Dutiful Demise, most cunning
Opens up her bag; so stunning!

Clocks are tacking, time is freezing
With her soulbag, playful, teasing
She will whisper: "life is leasing!"

Clocks are silent, time is turning
Standing still with dark eyes burning
Death incarnate claims her earning!

Clocks are ticking, clocks are tacking
Clocks are silent, time is lacking
The ability to stop her packing!

Stand up my friend, when in her beauty
Lady Death must do her duty!
Face her tall, and face her proud
If, for sure, your time is out!

poem by thank you so much hon!